Bai Jiu came to Shuiyun Street along the alley, the rain fell slightly cool, and the Qi water was flooded with tiny and continuous ripples, like countless small flowers in full bloom.

His gaze followed the river to the east until it flowed out of one side of the city gate, until the view was blocked by the magnificent walls.

There was a sense of dissatisfaction in the purple pupils, and there was a hint of guilt.

Not because of the obstruction of his view, but because he felt disrespectful from that mountain in the distance.

That fierce aura chased it from the sky, and I don't know how long it has been now, although it is very weak, but the disrespect is still so obvious.

When she was in heaven, she felt emotions that she had never felt before, why the fairy was not afraid of her, but wanted to kill her, she was first indifferent, then surprised, and finally angry.

Therefore, Jiutian suffered a heavy blow, and the rich spiritual power was dissipated, and it fell into the world for several rains.

At this moment, when her emotions were born, the night sky suddenly darkened, darker than before, the temperature around her dropped sharply, the clouds continued to stir, and those slightly cool night rain became completely cold, frost crystallized, and faintly purple appeared.

Her gaze suddenly became indifferent.

The scenery above the clouds has always been her world.

She stroked her sleeves, her steps were suddenly light, but the wind and rain rose like anger, and with her, pressed towards Zhushan.

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The rain kept falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier, dripping down on Yong'an City.

No matter how cold the rain is, it will eventually fall on the ground, or flow into the long rivers and lakes, or accumulate into a puddle, and when the sun warms up tomorrow, mixed with the morning dew, it will dissipate without a trace.

This is the supreme principle between heaven and earth, or the way of heaven.

Just as what should be done is always to be done, the people who should come always have to come.

When the rain stops, the rain often doesn't stop, and when people come, people often don't come.

Today is different.

Bai Jiu came to the foot of Zhushan Mountain.

The clouds in the sky are much thicker than elsewhere, perhaps because of self-squeezing, many crystals began to form in the clouds, that is, more dense water droplets, so the whole bamboo mountain became more humid.

There is a mountain road in Zhushan, and there are bamboo forests on both sides, and there is a heavy fog in the forest.

The bamboo stopped in the wind and rain, perhaps because the raindrops were too heavy, and did not sway. The droplets of water slipped from the tips of the leaves, and then gathered together, and there were many currents on the mountain, and the uneven rocks became cliffs. Countless tiny streams of water bubbled between the cliffs and then fell into the fog.

Bai Jiu came to the mountain road.

Raindrops fall on the mountains, which are full of green bamboos and seem to be seen from a distance to the sky. The Zhushan Quartet Formation felt the unfamiliar aura on Bai Jiu's body, and automatically gave birth to an induction, each green bamboo was bright and sharp in an instant, as if countless unsheathed long swords pierced the sky, and the terrifying sword intent filled every part of the mountain.

The bamboo forest became more and more blurred in the rain, and countless waves of coercion emerged from the stone wall, from the grass, and from every part of the bamboo mountain at the same time. The terrifying and powerful array was undulating in the mountains, and it was bound to crush that strange aura into powder.

The breath of heaven and earth suddenly moved.

This is the real Zhushan's quadrangular formation, even if it is a strong person at the peak of Jingguan, it is impossible to break through at will, not to mention that there is still Lord Wensheng on the mountain at this time.

The mountain road disappeared in the light rain, and the vague bamboo forest became more and more solid.

Bai Jiu didn't stop, he continued to move forward indifferently, and then stepped into the bamboo forest.

The fog suddenly settled.

Countless cracks appeared in the illusory bamboo forest in an instant, and then like a mirror, it shattered in an instant.

The powerful coercion that existed in the mountains and the countless terrifying sword intent dissipated at the same time, and I don't know where it was blown by the wind and rain.

The square bamboo array was broken.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and there is no way out,

The bamboo dark cliff is on the side of the road.

The mountain road reappeared, the mountain wind that did not know the meaning of summer fell from the top of the mountain, and the jasmine flowers in Bai Jiu's ears fluttered in the distance.

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There is no academy at the end of the mountain road, but there is a lake and a pavilion.

Bai Jiu's gaze fell on the lake, and the irreverent and fierce aura was in the lake, but for some reason he couldn't get out of the lake.

He flew up and fell into the lake, like a small flower blown by the wind.

The water on the surface of the lake bloomed like a flower, blooming countless petals, crowding, surging, scattering, and making a loud noise, and an ancient short sword emerged from the bottom of the lake.

It was not a short sword, but a broken sword, and it did not rise from the lake, but the water of the lake opened to the sides.

He looked at the broken sword silently.

The broken sword was inserted into the bottom of the lake, and the irrepressible sword aura filled the lake.

It turned out to be just that man's sword.

His purple pupils suddenly gave birth to tyrannical emotions, and countless roars suddenly came from the inky sky, it was not a living thing, but an angry wind above the nine heavens.

An invisible line of fire rose from the edge of the lake and began to spread towards the sky. The wet grass became extremely dry in an instant. The aquatic plants that sprouted at the edge of the lake also curled up in pain.

Supreme pressure fell from the sky, invisible flames, extreme cold rain, and angry winds...... Countless extreme elements were generated in the lake, falling towards the broken sword.

The lake began to boil.

Just then, an old man appeared at the lake.

The old man's hair was all white, like silver snow, and his wrinkles were deep, and he was unusually old. His eyes were very bright, like a clear blue sky, and even more like a blue sea of stars.

He was wearing a black and white robe, and his chin was gently swaying with the night breeze, and he had a feeling that he couldn't tell the truth. is obviously an old man, but his expression and temperament do not feel any old age.

The old man looked at Bai Jiu on the other side of the lake, his expression was quiet and melancholy.

The invisible flame was extinguished, the countless extreme elements were gone, the sky was still raining, but the lake was no longer boiling.

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There is power in the world.

It's not that all cultivators practice just to ascend, although the immortal realm above the Endless Life and the Nine Heavens is indeed very tempting, but this is not what everyone wants.

For example, Xiao Shuihan, the founder of Luoxue Building, and Jiang Qiyun, the current owner.

For example, the snow watcher who has passed away from the Snow Mountain Sect.

For example, the Xizhou Sword Saint who has become a legend.

For example, the legendary Dayu Wenwu Shuangsheng.

The journey of a saint lies in reaching the world and seeking a thousand generations of peace for the world. Xiao Shuihan founded Luoxue Building in the chaotic years to protect the peace of Fujian; The snow watchers of the Snow Mountain Sect used their own strength to block the hundred-mile avalanche in the Beizhou Snow Field; The Zen monks of Jiming Temple in Xizhou have been cultivating demons with swords for hundreds of years. This is also the reason why knowing that Bai Jiu's identity is from the sky, the people of Yew Garden still dare to kill him repeatedly.

The idea of Lingmen has never been different from Yew Garden, and the concept of Confucianism and military has been passed down to this day, but there is still a gap in action. The soldiers pay attention to killing and destroying the Taiping, and Confucianism is the ideology that penetrates the world.

The essence is the same, there is no right or wrong, just the idea.

Whoever is strong is right, and whoever succeeds is right.

Tonight, the three gentlemen of Lingmen went down the mountain into the Yew Garden, and Lord Wensheng sat on Zhushan alone, for the sake of still this world.

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The old man stood on the other side of the lake, his gaze brushing over Bai Jiu and falling on the lake. The broken sword was sealed by him, and naturally it could not be unlocked. Thinking about the relationship between the person in front of him and the broken sword, he shook his head slightly, then reached out and gently pressed it down in front of him.

The countless flowers that bloomed on the surface of the lake failed, and the transparent petals flew in the air, and then turned into scattered droplets of water and fell back into the lake, and the flowers fell with the flowing water, and the clouds and smoke dissipated into wind and rain, and everything in the mountains became calm.

Bai Jiu was speechless in confusion, the emotion in his purple pupils flashed, his right hand reached out of his shirt and waved lightly in the wind and rain, and the light from nowhere instantly reflected his right hand into a deep purple, and countless purple flames emanated from his fingertips, like a nameless ghost fire in the underworld.

The old man looked at Bai Jiu's godless face, and suddenly laughed, his expression revealing reminiscence. He also stretched out his right hand and waved it forward, countless majestic and fierce breaths rose from the mountain, among the cracks in the mountain rocks, on the cliff side of each of the bamboo mountains, as if there was a fierce meaning overflowing from the stone cracks, like countless long swords that were beginning to show their edge.

The breath of the mountain moved, and the fierce intent rose, and the countless purple ghost fires stopped in mid-air, as if they could no longer move the slightest under heavy pressure.

A slender crack appeared between the two of them, falling on several purple fires, and then countless cracks appeared in mid-air, the space seemed to be divided, and the purple fire was born on the space full of fine cracks, and then it was torn to pieces by the sharp lines and horizontals.

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In the Yew Garden, Wen Yuan looked indifferently at the east, the sky there was darker than anywhere else, and thick clouds were crushing the city, as if a million lion soldiers were approaching the city, revealing a sense of oppression that could not breathe.

Lord Wen Sheng and the celestials, one is the only Confucian saint in the world, and the other is an immortal who has fallen from the sky.

The fight between two people in this way is no longer as simple as the pinnacle of pure view, or even leisure. The height of the transcendent realm may be the heaven and earth that everyone can't see at all, and this kind of battle is not something that can be seen casually, and the battle between the world and the heavens has never happened from beginning to end, how can it not be curious.

There were many people in the garden, and the young lieutenants didn't know what was going on in the east, but they felt that the rain was too strange tonight, and they felt that something had happened, and they became more and more uneasy.

The sky and the remnant sword did not look to the east, because even in the sea of their knowledge, it had become a blurry darkness.

A lot of people want to see it, but a lot of people can't see it.

Hua Jin and Lord Zhuge were playing chess, and their eyes were on the chessboard.

Chai Le and Lord Martial Saint were drinking, and even if they could see it, they couldn't care about it at all.

In the entire Yong'an City, perhaps only the one in the Imperial Palace could clearly see everything that happened there, but in fact, it was not, because Wen Yuan was also watching.

The gaze of Changkong and the remnant sword fell on Wen Yuan outside the door, and the expression contained in his gaze became more and more solemn.

Obviously, the world there was dim, but Wen Yuan still looked at that place with an indifferent expression, as if he could see everything that happened there. His eyes did not burst out with dazzling brilliance, but were indifferent, upright and arrogant, and everywhere he looked, the evil demons and foreign ways were all avoided, and the righteous path and the Xuanmen were all respectful.